London, February 2002. A tiny, dark and intense woman waited at the end of a lecture until I was alone, brought her face strangely close to mine and whispered, "President Chavez needs you. Right now. To Caracas. Right now. You must come to see him."
President
Who? All I knew about this Hugo Chavez guy was that he was an Latin-American
jefe, led a
bungled coup and was filled with a lot of populist bullshit and a lot of oil.
And I also knew that no one at BBC
Newsnight was going to blow the budget for me to fly to South America to talk about a nation that 92 percent of our viewers couldn't find on a map and wouldn't want to.
"Send me an email."
"There will be a coup. March 15."
"The Ides of March. I like that. Aren't there always coups down there?"
"They'll kill him, undo everything. He needs you to stop it, he wants to explain it to you because he knows you understand."
Actually, you'd be surprised at the amount I don't understand at all. "So talk."
She did - for four hours - and wore me down into submission. But back at
Newsnight I looked like an idiot when March 15 came and went with just a little gunfire in Caracas.
Three weeks later, the President of Venezuela, Hugo Chavez, was
kidnapped and held hostage by the head of Venezuela's Chamber of Commerce. Suddenly the BBC had to get me on a plane.
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